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RP: Trying to meet a friend...and running into Bloody Pissed-off Part-Veelas.

Nov 18, 2006 03:37

Date: November 17, 2004
Characters: Roger Davies, Fleur Delacour, Cedric Diggory
Location: Up the street from the 5 Alarm
Status: Private
Summary: Roger goes out to meet someone for drinks, but is waylaid by the half coherent mutterings of an upset female. In French. He doesn't even know French.
Completion: Complete

Roger hustled down the street. Tonight ( Read more... )

fleur delacour, cedric diggory, november 2004, roger davies

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shh_fleur November 18 2006, 04:00:03 UTC

Fleur knew Bill had a life and that it was a busy one. It didn't stop her occasionally flying into a temper when she wanted to spend time with him and he was nowhere to be found. The fact that she was often not around to be told his whereabouts did not enter her mind as she stalked back towards their home.

The wine was for tomorrow night's dinner and if he wasn't there, not even Merlin would be able to protect the man.

There was someone blocking her path up ahead, they seemed to be frozen to the spot. Fleur's normally smooth features were hidden beneath a thunderous scowl, and Roger was perhaps unlucky that she recognised him. Fleur wouldn't vent on a passing stranger, which was why family steered clear of her when she was like this.

"Why are you just standing there and staring Roger? I believe you have seen me before, people are not normally this shocked more than once."

It really was a shame he had caught her at such a bad time, normally Fleur would have been very happy to see Roger. Tonight though, that was a different matter.

shh_roger November 18 2006, 04:16:33 UTC

Erm.

Roger opened his mouth to speak, closed it. Opened and closed it again.

So, she was angry with....him? Rationally, he knew this wasn't the case, and that someone else was likely in for an earful later. Knowing this, however, did just precisely nothing to quell his rising panic.

"Um...er...you..." What to say.

"You...look nice?"

That's what had worked for him in the past, anyway. He vaguely remembered using the line on her at some point during their brief relationship. Somehow he doubted it would do the trick now.

He wondered if it would be rude to turn and run in the other direction.

shh_fleur November 18 2006, 04:26:25 UTC

Fleur hissed.

"I know I look nice! Not having my husband around makes me question if the man is blind or mad! Perhaps both!" She flung the hand not holding the wine out in a wide, expressive gesture.

Roger looked like he was about to take off at any moment. That simply wouldn't do. The dark expression in her eyes lessened slightly as she considered him.

"Come, you will walk me back to my house."

It wasn't a request, it was a demand and Fleur left Roger no room to argue as she began to once again walk home.

shh_roger November 18 2006, 04:49:35 UTC

Well, someone was certainly 'mad', Roger thought, although it probably wouldn't be wise for him to say so.

So Fleur was missing her husband, again. He sighed inwardly. He wasn't going to help by bolting and leaving her alone. Much as he, well, really would have liked to. But they had been together a long time ago, and he liked to think they were good friends now ( ... )

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shh_cedric November 18 2006, 06:45:16 UTC

Cedric actually rolled his eyes. "Heaven forbid there should be anything more important in the world that you -- like, oh, say the life of one of his colleagues?"

He glared at her. "You know better than that. Bill has a damn dangerous job. Curses are nothing to play with. And you also know he dotes on you. He'd hardly run off without any warning unless it were really important."

Still straddling his bike, he crossed his arms and watched her. "If you want to go home, be my guest." He gestured down the road. "I'm not going to stop you. But if Bill got called away on business and you'd like some company, well" -- he glanced at Roger, almost apologetically -- "we might be able to keep you company. But I've got better things to do than be your punching bag, yeah?"

shh_roger November 18 2006, 07:05:03 UTC

Roger raised his eyebrows again, this time in approval.

He had always liked Cedric.

As he watched Fleur, he felt his annoyance at being snapped at fade. He knew what it was to be alone. Indeed, he knew what it was to lash out at people because of it.

And the night he'd seen her coming into town, Roger remembered, she had spoke of Bill and her face had lit up.

He met Cedric's apologetic gaze before turning back to her.

"Fleur, I do understand how you feel," he told her. "But Cedric's got it right. We don't want to be punished for trying to help you out."

He shrugged and tried for lightheartedness as he gave her a half grin. "I know the two of us pale in comparison to Bill, and all, but still."

shh_fleur November 18 2006, 07:19:58 UTC

Fleur's lip twitched at Roger's comment.

"I...was not meaning to be saying those things to you," she began, and the apology on the tip of her tongue felt foreign. Apologising meant you were wrong, something Fleur rarely liked to acknowledge.

She looked from Roger to Cedric and back again. If she had a smaller ego, Fleur's eyes would be firmly trained on the floor, but she met their gazes.

"I would rather have your company than go home to the empty house," she said softly.

shh_cedric November 18 2006, 07:33:34 UTC

"Brilliant," Cedric replied, his annoyance changing to a grin. "Shall we go to Socks?" (Rosmerta might have meat now, but she also still had Romilda.)

He got off his bike so he could walk it alongside Roger and Fleur. It was, Cedric thought, time to change the subject. "So Roger, when did you get into town? Where are you staying?" It would give them something to talk about on the way.